John Hiatt - Ocean

I am the west wind.
I am the sea gull.
I dance on the waves,
As they break on the shore line.

The moon is my sorrow.
The moon is my lantern.
I search for you so long,
These dark lonely beaches.

Oh where can you be?
This restless sea,
These empty nights, Have swallowed me.

Look for something
Softer illusions
Soothe these vicious schemes.
There is the old one,
The wise one, the gold one.

I am the hunger,
The ache of the fiction,
And nestles in bones,
That he left for the vultures.